♢My Master♢ {Yukonwolfspirit~M-jow (18+}

[Yukonwolfspirit]

“Ah, a true deep weakness of mine…food.” Yukie said with a deep sigh as if he was fighting himself internally over keeping Julius here or eating chicken. Snuggling Julius for a moment longer he let his mate go having decided on food as he couldn’t ignore his hunger pains. Moving out of the nest and he sneakily hid behind the pillows from whoever was going to deliver food. 

He would just have to pounce when Julius came back to the bed.

Yukie would win two prizes in his hunting efforts, his mate and some tasty chicken.

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Taking the medicine Haruhi sipped his drink and poked at the pancake the topic at hand still irritating him.

”…I don’t want your wolf…to see me as some weak ass mate. I am just as capable of holding my own. I did it before you.” Haruhi stated rather bluntly as he ripped up the pancake eating a few bites here and there. “I saved myself…don’t forget…I am strong.” Haruhi added as he looked at Yumro thinking back to how he had to escape back then and take Haru.

”I know you mean well. I adore that you love and care for me so well…it’s just. I want to stand by your side as an equal. Not as something beneath you that needs extra care and isn’t able to handle the harder things. I already had a husband like that.” Haruhi explained as he looked down at the ripped pancake the conversation bitter in his mouth. He hated it. Hated the way he felt. There was still so much pain from before, he was healing but some things….they were hard to understand and accept. He knew that Yumro was being a great mate, he cared so much and as much at Haruhi craved this he also feared it.

 “Sometimes….it gets all strange and off…inside my head, it’s like all of the things I feel are twisted and confusing. You’re nothing like him…but I can’t help feeling like I’m still back there sometimes…like I’m just some pretty thing to look at or….desire….I feel this same way when Yukies being to demanding…sometimes….things just get foggy….things….are to off..” Haruhi whispered trying to understand his own feelings on the sudden realization of all the change around him all while trying to process pent up trauma, doing this while explaining them to Yumro had become a bit overwhelming. It was unknowingly making Haruhi just more upset and emotional as he felt the lump in his throat catch and felt burning tears falling down his cheeks something that shocked him as he didn’t know fully why he was crying.

”I-I’m not angry with you…I’m…” Haruhi tried to explain only to break out in a hiccup as he stared down at the mess of a pancake before him torn into little bite sized pieces.

[M-jow]

Julius slipped out of the warmth of the nest, reluctantly peeling himself away from the spot Yukie had occupied. His skin still tingled where those adoring kisses had been, and he huffed a soft laugh as he grabbed the nearest robe—one that practically swallowed him whole. It smelled like Yukie too, which didn’t help the flush on Julius’s cheeks.

He tied the robe loosely and padded to the door, spotting the large insulated paper bag sitting dutifully on the floor. 

Thank the stars I ordered extra, he thought, remembering the ferocious growl of Yukie’s stomach. Honestly, if he hadn’t known better, he’d have thought a dragon was about to burst out of his mate.

He picked up the bag—it was pleasantly warm, heavy, and very promising, and carried it back inside. The aroma of fried chicken and spices filled the entryway instantly.

As Julius closed the door, he took a moment just to breathe and smile to himself. He could still feel Yukie’s lingering possessiveness wrapped around him like a second robe, that ridiculous attempt at flirting still echoing in his ears.

[“Only my mate is allowed that kind of attention for now~.” ]

The memory made him snort.

“Needy demon,” he muttered under his breath, affectionate and amused.

With the bag in hand, he walked back toward the bed slowly, deliberately, because he knew Yukie hadn’t slunk off somewhere. The pillows were far too suspiciously piled, and Julius wasn’t about to pretend he didn’t notice.

He lowered the bag onto a side table, keeping a careful eye on the wobbling pillow mound. “You know…” he said lightly, not addressing the ‘pillow pile’ directly, “I'm glad I ordered extra crispy. And those little fries you pretend not to love.”

He loosened the robe with one hand and peeked inside the bag with the other, inhaling deeply. “Mmm… smells good.”

He smiled to himself, knowing full well Yukie wouldn’t be able to resist for long.

 

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Yumro didn’t stay still.

The moment Haruhi’s breath hitched and that first tear slid down his cheek, something inside Yumro snapped—soft, instinctive, protective. His wolf pushed forward hard, urging him, go to him, now.

And Yumro did.

He crossed the short distance in an instant, pulling out the chair beside Haruhi and sitting close—close enough for Haruhi to lean on him if he wanted, but not so close that it trapped him. His movements were slow, open, giving Haruhi every chance to deny him.

But when the second tear fell, Yumro gently slipped an arm around Haruhi’s shoulders and guided him into the warmth of his chest. Not forcing—just offering. And when Haruhi didn’t pull away, Yumro exhaled shakily and held him a little tighter, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of his mate’s head.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low against Haruhi’s temple. “Let it out, love. I’m right here.”

He felt Haruhi’s breathing tremble against him, felt the quiet struggle in each inhale. Yumro smoothed a hand down Haruhi’s spine, long calming strokes meant to ground rather than restrain. His other thumb brushed slow circles along Haruhi’s shoulder, comforting, steady.

When he finally spoke, it was with his cheek resting lightly atop Haruhi’s hair, his voice warm and close.

“Haruhi… listen to me.” His tone was soft but firm, the kind of certainty that held no room for doubt. “I don’t see you as weak. Not even a little.”

His hand tightened briefly around Haruhi as if to emphasize the point.

“You survived things you never should have had to. You protected yourself. You protected Haru.” He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Haruhi’s temple. “That takes strength most people never find in their entire lives.”

He pulled back just slightly—enough to see Haruhi’s face, to gently thumb away the tears still slipping free.

“And yes, you’re sick right now,” Yumro continued softly. “You’re healing. That’s why I take care of you. Not because I think you’re beneath me. But because I love you. And when someone you love is hurting, you don’t stand at a distance and pretend they’re fine.”

He leaned in a little closer, forehead gently touching Haruhi’s.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Sorry anything I did brought back memories of him. Sorry you were ever treated like something to control or use.”

His voice trembled with restrained anger—not at Haruhi, but at the man who had hurt him.

“I would never hurt you. Never force you. Never make you feel small.”

Yumro drew Haruhi back against his chest again, arms wrapping fully around him now, secure and warm.

“I don’t want us arguing before I take Haru out,” he murmured into Haruhi’s hair. “I want you to feel safe. I want you to feel loved.”

His hold softened, but he didn’t let go.

“You’re my equal, Haruhi. My partner. My mate. And I’m here, right now, because you’re hurting. Not because you’re weak.”

He pressed another tender kiss to Haruhi’s temple, then rested his cheek there, holding him close.

"Do you really hate me taking care of you even now?"

[Yukonwolfspirit]

“Mmmmmmh.” Yukie mumbled as he stepped out of the pillows completely nude not even caring that the nest of pillows were all over the floor. Walking over Yukie kissed Julius’s head before reaching into the bag, grabbing a piece of the fried chicken as he ripped into it having given up on hunting Julius.

He was starving and the chicken was too good smelling and was oh so juicy.

”mmmmh god! So gooooood~” Yukie moaned out as he flicked a finger and shorts appeared on his body only for him to sit down and mention to Julius to eat with him. “I’m eating more often around you maybe a habit of being with you~. It’s annoying I get so hungry at times it prevents days of just lying in bed with you~.” Yukie teased as he smirked at Julius enjoying seeing him dressed in his robe. Yukie was not displeased by sharing more meals with Julius and his new habit of eating more often. In fact he had started to look forward to each meal with him.

”I missed good food. I missed having someone to cook for and share it with.” Yukie admitted his eyes full of pure happiness as he stole a fry out of the bag still casually munching on his chicken. “You make me really happy darling.” Yukie stated as he smiled his face fully of genuine happiness and total bliss over sharing fried chicken with the man he adored.

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“I never hated it. I adore when you do it….I fee so twisted inside feeling any annoyance at you doing such wonderful things for me.” Haruhi explained as he looked at Yumro gently touching his cheek as he calmed down softly in his mate’s presence. Yumro’s gentle hold, his caresses and touches were in the strangest way deeply grounding…something Haruhi hadn’t had before being with him.

”I know, you see me as your mate and equal. I know you love me, and I really love you. It’s just. No one else ever really done any of this before….its hard to step out of that box mentally. You’ve done so much….Its hard not to feel a little overwhelmed and over loved…” Haruhi admitted with a very dry chuckle as he looked down at his hands fidgeting with his shirt sleeve trying to ease into a less sad or tense atmosphere. 

“I feel so safe with you…well…it makes me scared sometimes. Like what if this isn’t real…what if it’s just like all the other times before. I feel right now when thinking like that…that I would die without you by my side. I’m afraid….” Haruhi whispered knowing in the silence that hung between them the context would be clear on his worry about how Yukie had become after loosing his mate.

”I’m so afraid of loosing you, but then I’m afraid of this all being just…some  fucked up foggy moment that I can’t fully remember. What if I forget you…I forgot so much when Haru was born…so much I can’t make sense of over the years as if I was sleeping.” Haruhi said as his voice trembled having hit the root of his worries. His memory had always been a bit fucked after what happened to Haru. And while Yukie and Haru had helped him at first until he was stable,

Haruhi had learned to cope, and settle into a safe routine. Haruhi had always denied that he had been injured that day, that he too had suffered and needed help. He had to because he knew deep down it was the right choice.

There was only so much Yukie could do to help. 

He had chosen Haru. 

Even if it had meant being sick, and being cursed. Even if he struggled to figure out some things, and lived with the fact that some days were fuzzier than others.

He had chosen Haru, and he would do so a thousand times over. Haruhi was at peace with his life, with what he had chosen. He had accepted his difficulties and scars he would carry, he would endure his weakened body.

Because in his mind, he would have always chosen Haru…he would have always made the right choice. Haru hadn’t ever expected to settle down again though….spider had fucked up so much for him during that time he was trying to get a fresh start…he had been too naive just like the first time. He couldn’t regret the lesson he learned though because it had also changed so much for Haruhi….it had brought him back home, back to Yumro.

“…I’m so so sorry. For everything. For being so angry. For being so much and so difficult. I know….its a lot.” Haruhi added as he looked at Yumro his hand reaching up as he touched Yumros cheek gently kissed  it proving there was no malice or wrong feelings for him going forward. 

Just an apology.

Just a promise that it was just  them in this world they would figure out together.

Haruhi was adjusting, learning how to move forward to be a good mate…and find his own permanent place beside Yumro. 

[M-jow]

Julius glanced toward the bed when he noticed movement—only to blush deeply, caught off guard by Yukie’s sudden nudity. With practiced courtesy, he quickly lifted his gaze, staring somewhere well above Yukie’s head so he wouldn’t be caught looking.

Not that he hadn’t seen Yukie like this plenty of times before. Still, the familiar rush of warmth crept up his neck, butterflies fluttering wildly in his stomach. He sighed inwardly. It couldn’t be helped… though, honestly, it felt unfair that Yukie was so effortlessly handsome. It was Yukie’s fault for being so good looking and well .. equipped.

Julius forced himself to focus on Yukie’s voice, determined to drown out the thoughts buzzing far too loudly in his head. Blocking out his inner voice. The one yelling at him, to pounds on Yukie like a dog on a bone.

[“I’m eating more often around you maybe a habit of being with you~. It’s annoying I get so hungry at times it prevents days of just lying in bed with you~.”]

(Oh what a struggle!) Julius’s cheeks felt warm.

'Food!.. food.. hungry for real food'. He reminded himself as he took the rest of the fries and chicken out of the paperback. Each item was in two driffrent cardboard boxes. And placed them on the small table for both to enjoy.

By this time Yukie had covered himself with a pair of shorts, but the tip of Julius’s ears were still pink.

And Yukie’s please groans as he bite into the food didn’t help at all.

 

["You make me really happy darling."]

Julius smiled despite himself. How could he not? Yukie looked at him like he was the most precious thing in the world. Julius’s heart pounded so loudly he was sure it might give him away.

He looked aside for a moment, then gently took Yukie’s wrist and guided him to one of the chairs. Julius settled sideways onto Yukie’s lap and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“ You make me happy too, love,” he murmured. “I love everything about you, especially how openly you love me. It makes my head feel fuzzy, my heart race… and everything inside feel warm and light. You might not realize it, but I’m completely head over heels for you.”

He paused, lips curving into a teasing smile.

“So please stop making those noises at your food… or I might forget how to restrain myself long enough to let you eat.”

Julius picked up another piece of chicken and gently fed it to Yukie, just as he had promised.

 

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"I understand its driffrent and hard to move past what everything was like before. But you have always been loved Haruhi. Even as a kid I know my mom and Yukie loved you like their own. Yukie still does. Why the hell else do you think he has put up with so much? Haru loves you, you can't change the fact no matter what memories you both have. Shan loves you too and he hasn't been around long either.

You are a very loveable person Haruhi. Even if you try to say otherwise, everyone feels it." Yumro nuzzled the side of Haruhi face with his palm.

 

"And honestly, I doubted you could forget about me. You didn’t forget about be before and you will not ever. Even if you did get dementia I would just haft to make you fall all over for me again. And with my impeccable charm how could you ever resist?""

He wiggled his eyebrows trying to make Haruhi crack smile just to lighten his mood.

“But really,” he continued, voice softening, “you don’t have to carry everything alone. Some things can’t be changed, and some wounds take time—or never fully heal. But I’m here. I’ll help you stand up every morning if I have to. Supporting each other matters… and I’ll always respect your feelings. You’re allowed to tell me when I’m too much.”

He tilted his head and kissed Haruhi’s cheek.

“I don’t want you to feel guilty about anything.”

Another kiss followed, lingering just a second longer.

“I’d love to keep kissing you until your head’s full of nothing but sweetness,” Yumro added with a grin, “but I’m pretty sure the kids are coming down for breakfast.”

He brushed Haruhi’s cheek once more.

“Go eat before Haru steals yours. That kid is a bottomless pit when it comes to sweets.”